The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 411

Xenia was no match for them alone, and the other household staff didn't have the courage to intervene.

Back when Mrs. Marchand was in charge, that woman wouldn't have dared be so brazen. But now, with the lady of the house gone and Miss Gwyneth completely taken in by her sweet talk, none of the servants' words would reach her ears.

Seizing a moment when Violet wasn't watching, Xenia tried to call McNeil, but the line rang and rang-no one picked up.

"Ms. Marchand, we found a wedding dress in the storage room. Is this the one you asked for?"

A bodyguard came to report, and Violet hurried after him. The dress was draped in shimmering crystals, spread across the fabric like starlight.

A clear garment bag protected it, but it couldn't hide the dress's dazzling beauty.

Victoria had poured her heart and soul into designing it, dreaming of the day she'd wear it for McNeil. But after the dress was discovered in Violet's quarters, Victoria had sealed it away in storage, never once returning to look at it.

Violet, however, could never let it go. To her, it was the most beautiful wedding gown she'd ever seen.

And because it was Victoria's most cherished treasure, Violet was determined to make it her own.

When Violet ordered her bodyguards to bring the dress out from storage, Xenia was stunned.

She rushed forward, desperately trying to block them.

Mrs. Marchand

watched Victoria sew that dress by hand, remembered the look of pure devotion on her face.

finished gown was delivered, though, Victoria suddenly ordered it put away, to gather dust

how much

wanted to steal it-Xenia couldn't bear

too. You're a good worker. I plan to keep you on. But you need

obey their masters. I'm sure

at her

I want to walk down the aisle in it, with everyone watching. I want Victoria to see it-see how

few days left. The gown had to be altered to fit her, and there was

away. She tried to call her mistress,

done with Mr. Marchand for good? Was she never coming back?

she learned her

even understand what it meant, to love someone else and abandon her

tears from her eyes. Just like that, a happy family had been

office, someone brought

at the door, McNeil asked quietly, "What's

could answer, Gwyneth rushed up to her

Mommy? When did it happen? Why didn't you

guard. He'd assumed Gwyneth already knew about the divorce he never expected her to react